….not to have a blog:  Grim.

I haven’t died–tho my obituary has already been written…it’s humorous of course.  I won’t go into the grim details, but my daughter and I have been run out of my ccondo by black mold, followed by flooding from above.  Yesterday  when I learned my landlady upstairs in temporary housing  has come down with covid, I burst out laughing.  Things couldn’t be more …what shall I say…shaken  up and shaken well like…mixing a drink or something?  My e-mails are so far behind the Cloud has kicked me out….  Just wanted to say Hi and hope I’ll see you later [on this side of the curtain.]

Re image above:  I can still say BARF!